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Eddie Cochran - Summertime Blues lyrics
Now, that I'm a-gonna raise a fuss I'm a-gonna raise a holler About a-working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Every time I call my baby try to get a date My boss says: "No dice, son, you gotta work late" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues. Well, my Mom 'n' Papa told me "Son, you gotta make some money If you wanna use the car To go a-ridin' next Sunday Well, I didn't go to work I told the boss I was sick "Now you can't use the car cause you didn't work a lick" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues. I'm gonna take two weeks I'm gonna have a fine vacation I'm gonna take my problem to the United Nations Well, I called my Congressman and he said quote: "I'd like to help you, Son, But you're too young to vote" Sometimes I wonder what I'm a-gonna do But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues. |
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